Which one were we in?
I told her.
My mom: “That’s the bedroom I was in before I went to college!”
My grandparents built their dream house in the late 1940’s on a hillside overlooking Salt Lake City. My grandmother wanted it old and traditional; my grandfather wanted it new and modern.
So they compromised: at the front, you see a lovely stone house–I have always loved stone houses, and if you’ve got Rocky (note the name) Mountains facing your front yard… And the back is floor-to-ceiling windowspace across the living room, as if the house were in California rather than Utah.
My grandparents sold it; as I understand it, another couple lived there for decades, and finally it came back on the market.
My uncle, the baby of his family and the one with the most memories of that house, snatched it immediately.
He invited us to come stay there while we were visiting for our son Richard’s graduation from BYU Law school; his beds would be more comfortable than the small hide-a-bed at my folks (true). My brother wanted to come from Colorado with his three girls, the chances for us to see each other being far too few, and Uncle Bob offered them his house, too. Plenty of space, feel free, come!
We had such a good time…
We got to see Richard and Kim and her parents, (my husband) Richard’s sister and her family, one son having just finished his undergrad at BYU, aunts, uncles, nephews, my parents. Some of my cousins visited us. Today we got to see Richard’s other sister, who recently finished her chemo treatments and looked so much better than the last time I saw her. (As I was told, too, over and over by everybody.)
And we got to play with Parker! Pictures coming.
I asked Uncle Bob, who was about to grab his own plane out, what Aunt Joyce’s favorite color was.
And you know he suddenly knew exactly why I was asking that as his face totally lit up. Blue. Then he clarified, Light blue.
Let the stash search begin.